Well I'm pretty sure they never saw
The peaks and troughs from my telltale wrist
The impossible three step bucket list,
Or evidence under the guest room floor.
They couldn't give a flying fuck
For the little red dots in my little black phone,
The doctored photos, the secret home,
The wandering hope or the dripping luck.

Pick your deity, it couldn't be better,
Before you think ahead.
If she wants, you have to let her,
It's better left unsaid.

But they sure as shit felt the furnace abuse,
The howling inconsequential stares,
The ferocious growls caught unawares
And they realised that it was fuck all use
To reply expecting a two-way street.
The skin or bone never liked to bow:
Expect realisation any year now
To reignite the underground heat.

Pick your deity, it couldn't be better,
Before you think ahead.
If she wants, you have to let her,
It's better left unsaid.

If it's not too late for a little chat,
Feel free to bring your weapons around
And chip away at the cold cold ground
Yeah I suppose I used to like that,
In between the beautiful spikes
The higher floors and the distant stares
And the momentary you unawares.
Yeah, come around for a few more likes.

Pick your deity, it couldn't be better,
Before you think ahead.
If she wants, you have to let her,
It's better left unsaid.

Let's do the times a few more times,
Convolute a few more lines,
Polish the middle to see if it shines
Or better to bury the king-size crimes
Let's stare at the sun with magnifiers,
Looking for a spot to settle in,
Shoot for a maximum gold win win,
Throw our flesh into caesium fires.

Kick your deity, it'll never be better,
Because you thought ahead.
If she wanted, you should have let her,
It's always left unsaid.